Sherlock wore his purple shirt and black pants, making sure he had everything as getting his jacket.
"C'mon, let's go," he said. He walked downstairs, John following after him. They got into the cab, going off to somewhere. Sherlock hadn't told John where they were going. He had called Mycroft before they left the flat, though.
They arrived at a lake, where there was a dinner set up.
"Woah..." John was impressed.
"D-do you like it?" Sherlock was nervous.
He wanted it to be perfect.
It was of utmost importance that the night was perfect.
They sat on the blanket, John having to feed Sherlock what little the detective ate.
Sherlock was more fidgety than usual, which John noticed immediately.
"Are you okay, Love?" He asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Sherlock muttered, staring out into space.
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Please Wake Up and Remember Me
FanficI OWN NONE OF THE CHARACTERS Johnlock? Yeah Sherlock loses his memory WHOOP
